The chamber that housed the gate was only slightly larger than the room I had been sleeping in. Aside from the large altar positioned at the center, nothing else stood out as particularly unique.
"We will begin now," Series commanded as we ascended the three rounded steps onto the circular altar. "Pour your mana into it."
Throughout the entire process, none of us spoke. We were all exhausted from the chaotic contrast of the bizarre dungeon. I channeled my mana into the altar as the intricate carvings on the ground flickered with a blue glow.
The light converged, forming symbols on the altar.
I lowered my gaze and examined the carvings using clairvoyance. They were a distinct type of rune, unfamiliar even to me. Still, something urged me to memorize the characters—perhaps instinct, or the heart of an adventurer.
As the once-dim glow gradually intensified, a spark of light formed beside the altar. In an instant, a large sky-blue gate appeared.
